Which is why you end up with photos that look like this:
Nice work, Amber : tres graceful, indeed!
Dancing? Screaming? Nope, I have no idea either….
I can’t even really blame pregnancy for the next two, though: this was AAAAALLLL me:
And so was this:
I think I was complaining about being asked to stand on wet grass here. “It’ll make for a much better backdrop, though!” said Terry – totally neglecting to consider the fact that that, yeah, the background might look hella pretty, but my face would look like THIS. GOD.
Dontchya wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Dontchya? Er, on second thoughts, no need to answer that, actually…
Nothing, however, is as hot as a HAIR MOUSTACHE:
Nice ‘tash, there, Amber! Awesome look, seriously!
Hair moustaches aren’t the only thing us fashion bloggers have to worry about, though: no, we’re also prone to being attacked by ghosts:
Seriously: there I was, just standing there minding my own business, and the next thing I know, a big ol’ ghost has come along and slapped me in the face. At least, I ASSUME that’s the explanation for this particular shot…